Stellar Dust

Like God got punky.
As if it wasn’t enough to set the nebulae a'spin
in macro hordes of gallivanting colossi
wheeling round magnetic holes like David's sling;
 zinging boomerangs set free, looping the falconer’s loop
to catapult betwixt dimensions, running light-speed  to meltdown
leaping-thru the numerical corral.
The tiny worlds of tau neutrino, quark and hadron, no different but for size.
And size in turn dependent on observers, on perspective.
But it isn't just this and that, interfaced on polar stalks
the working mechanics of the opposites.

For inbetween, stella dust - no sprinkling for Mrs Mop –

a mere 4,000 ton per annum
streaming  pqq not,  just uni-wise, but with direction and intent
the left to right, from here to there, comets disregarding,

hurricaned through each  glob of space, every surface

biogenetically zapped.
 
Like God laughing!
Confounding linearity and sequence
with anomalous stuff that is not debris, no more a nameless filler

- tho we have no name for it –

but a substantial essence, a life-affirming elixor
that fits no rules or laws, cannot be pinned down, out-sourced or trapped
except in partials that the eye and mind can't grasp.

We prefer shape, context, meaning:
how things are contained, fit in, add up, eliminate

where they come from, go to
and allow definition or formula.

Else, we have no word for it.

The lovely dust.